Delta Dawn

Every onc't in  awhile, Aunty climbs aboard a flight, that last leg on the way home...tired, cranky, whimpering like a thumb-suckin' wee chile, wishin' I had a blankie -- or a glass of Pinot Grigio. 

What I got was Delta Dawn. Bless her! She was a pro: Her perfect balance of humor an' serious care for all them safety regs saved the day. It be a toy size connector plane, tight quarters sure to cramp the  legs an' tempers. Ever'body wuz jes' lookin' fer a fight. Delta Dawn, why, lemme tell y'all, she had a mouth full of hot grits charm. When a Snide Fella asked her what language she be speakin' Delta smiled an' quipped, "The same sweet talk we shared last night, Handsome."  He had the grace to chuckle. 

When Delta took aholt of her servin' cart, she whipped on her apron.  See it? covered wif' cupcakes???? It be too much fer Aunty. I jes' gotta  blog this, I thought. So, thinkin'  to snap a pic wif'out her haid, jes' to protect her privacy, I clicked it. But, she ain't havin' none of it. "Please text me yore photo Auntybelle"  and then she wrote her phone number n a napkin fer me....wif' a wink she said, "I cain't eat no sugar more, so now I jes' wear it."

By the time we'uns landed, Delta had us all happy an' BFF. 

Sometimes ya' meet a real winner when ya' least expect it.

Work on the Roam

Mebbe it's jes' spring time, but a lot of folks got they foot in the road...the wanderin' spirit is upon them. Itchin' to be in yore boots and off ter see what there is to see in this big ole world. And to understand it.


In a few weeks Aunty will be off on a jaunt, too.

But looky, this is what I talk wif ya'll about: Bein' "free agents". More 'n more folks work at home or on the road...they doan need no tether, ya' see.

I was miffed when I read a snotty Big Media journalist, Pam Constable, who put down web-based reporters. She wrote that the web was home to an "eager kid with a laptop and an Arabic phrase book in her backpack." Uh -huh. Read the handwritin' on the wall, Missy Pam--this is the future.

Of course, it ain't jes in journalism that free agents is growin'

A heap of folks work from home, the beach, a cabin in the woods. About 16 % of US work force is self employed or contact employees--25 million souls who roam around in their nightgowns at home, but workin', (thas' Aunty fer ya'!) or roam around in the world, but workin'.

I mean, jiminy cricket, if we are OK with a with a doc in Bombay India readin' our CAT scans, what' have we got against the marketing agent, writer, artist, analyst etc working from a laptop
on the river bank in Mozambique?